'If you were to write a story with me in the lead role, it would certainly be... a tragedy.'Sui Ishida, Tokyo Ghoul
" The memories I have of my parents are fragmented. I never really got to see them often, but I know of them. I've read the family history, so I know… "
I really don't have a good memory of my childhood. Manly just fragments and things I've pieces together from old family records. It took me a while to remember my childhood. The memories manly came in the form of nightmares. I would write them down, and slowly I pieced together my childhood.
My bloodline has been around since the Edo period of Japan, and from what I know my blood is pure. We rarely married outside the family, so tradition was a big thing for us. You had to be married by 21. If you weren't married by 23 then you were banished. By the age of 24 you were expected have your first child, and that child had to be a male. If not, it was killed.
Like I said marriage outside of the family was manly forbidden, but there were exceptions. My bloodline knew that it was bad for genetics to inbred, so every other generation you were allowed to marry outside. My father was one of them. He met my mother by accident, and it wasn't love at first sight.
My father's family was getting on my dads case about marriage. Desperate my father found my mother, and made a deal. He would give the shameful prostitute a home, but she would be his wife. My mother excepted.
About a year after they were married they started to try having a child. The only problem was that my mother was infertile. It's been passed down through my mother's family, and slowly there amount of kids they could have dwindled. My mother was lucky to be born at all.
My father and his family didn't know this about my mother, but none the less they disowned my father until they could have a child. Of course my father was angry, so he beat and cheated on my mother.
At some point my mother found out she was pregnant, and my father's family happy, yet suspicious, but nonetheless they accepted my father and mother back into the family.
When the time came for me to be born my mother was nerves. There was a possibility that she would die in the process just like her own mother, so she warned the nurses.
The moment I was born I was taken away and examined. When I was given back to my parents my father was disgusted. He didn't believe that I was his. In fact he had a feeling since the beginning that I wasn't his. My parents had stopped trying to get pregnant, so to him, my mother cheated.
My father disowned me that day along with his family. My mother herself didn't disown me until I was around 1. She had no other choice. My father would beat her, and she had enough.
We were given a house that has been in our family for generations, but the house is only given to those who have shamed the family. Even though they disowned me, I was still there's. So I was then locked away in the attic of the house. I became there dirty little secret. I wasn't allowed to leave the room. Food was brought to me, but it was only a small amount.
I remember some nights when dinner was brought to me, it would taste wrong. Almost different then the other times… only later did I find out what it was… human meat.
I later found out my father was a well known murder, and cannibal. Why they didn't stop him, I will never understand. Whether they were friends, family, or even strangers, there's no way for me to know.
Since I was a shame to my family, I was the punching bag. They could do as they pleased with me, and it was all ok. I was tortured by my father, and uncle. Locked away in that room, knowing that my mother could hear me, yet ignored me. When it came time to bandage me, my mother would apologize and cry. Why, I never understood. She abandoned me. She ignored me… yet she was my mother, and I her child. I could tell she cared, but not enough to save me….
Silence filled the room. The coldness of the way the story was told seemed to fill the whole room. No emotion. No sadness. Nothing. The life of a child is supposed to be pure and filled with care, not this. Not hatred for being horn. Not hated for the way they look.
'No wonder your so messed up' the thought came and passed as they stared at each other in silence. The way the young man sat told the psychiatrist everything. A boy beaten down at a young age. A boy driven to attempt suicide because of who he chooses to kiss.
Pictures of the boy when he was high school show a drastic change. Once gravity defying star-shaped hair is now laying flat on his back. A black base with purple tips, seem unkempt. Golden bangs that seem to hid the once childlike face now seem to have a permanent red tint to them. Once vibrant amethyst eyes now seem soulless and lifeless. Truly this is the perfect picture of a person handed the shitest hand in life. Knocked down one to many times.
Now he's stuck in here. A place that he can never leave, but it's a sanctuary. No one can hurt him here.
"So Mr. Doctor can I return to my room for the day? This straitjacket is kind of uncomfortable."
A simple nod and a wave of the hand was all it took for 2 men dresses in white to enter the padded room. Yugi didn't even flinch as they walked over and helped him to stand. With a hand on each shoulder he was escorted out of the room. Not long after did the man follow.
Once out of the room, the man walked to his coworkers office, and with a sigh walked right in. The young doctor behind the desk looked up. Golden brown hair seemed to be untamed, bounced with the movement. As light purple eyes locked with doe brown, a moment of sadness seemed to full both.
" Did he really not recognize you Ryou?"
Sigh" if he did, he didn't say anything Malik."
